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Eyes glazed over
once more,
as questions repeat,
about buildings next door.

The worries in my mind
of things yet to come,
bother me today, every time
are now ad infinitum.

The rabbit runs or does it bounce,
as it comes across the street,
searching, ever searching,
looking for my plant's to eat.
Please eat the grass, there is plenty
and leave my plants alone,
especially the Tulips, over there.
You are a pretty creature, I can see,
are you a rabbit or a European Hare?
I know not what you are,
but I do know and now will care,
you have a companion now.
I worry about my flowers, in despair.

You may recall me writing about the
ugliness of Dementia my wife has had for the last six years.
I will move into a Memory Care Facility
with my wife, on May 18th. I will be in
Independent Living but will reside with my
wife of 60 plus years.
My writing content may vary as I become involved, on a daily basis. Please bear with
me as I try to produce more humorous, entertaining pieces.

Words
all jumbled
in my mind.
Words
are hard
and most unkind.
Words
when they
arrive once more.
Words
of adieu
making you soar.

Dark were the Willows
at the end of the street,
by the intersection where
two roads joined to meet.
Street lights are gone
and no longer work,
so you can't see the potholes,
and your car will bounce and jerk.

Lazy was I,
intolerant of self.
Longing to leave,
running far away,
but I cannot do
this to her
or myself.
Muster the courage,
sometimes missing
in your soul
and make a new
try at a new goal.

My greatest fear.
My greatest sorrow.
Worrying about if you
will be here tomorrow.

I'll love you tomorrow,
as I did yesterday,
for you are my life
and cherish you, I will,
until the dawn breaks
while a new day comes,
bringing a tomorrow
as if we were young.

Long was the Sun
in afternoon heat.
Wet was the grass,
on my bare feet.
No shoes were worn,
when I was young.
We walked everywhere
and we would run,
across fields afar,
not knowing how
lucky we were.

It was time,
life was here,
so many months,
so many years
gone by now.
Memories were there
and won't appear,
no matter when,
life was here.
Off we went
to a paradise
to love again,
before our demise.

Love was sweet,
short the year.
Love was lost
and would disappear.